Tomorrow May Already Be Too Late
“I want to let her trap herself,” I said.
“And I want her to do it in front of witnesses she chose.”
Chapter 23 — The Counter-Plan
Over the next three days, my children and I built the answer to her scheme.
Through old business connections I retained a private forensic security firm, which quietly installed high-definition audio and video throughout the house — the study, the master suite, the vanity where the false drawer was.
We brought in an independent toxicologist, who tested the residue in my evening tea service; the state laboratory later confirmed what he found.